On Shalimar - VI E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

The relationship between Sharon and Daktoy is the focus.  Events occur which   effect the known planets, but are secondary.

Despite protocols, Daktoy chooses to remain in the Engredi Preserve to develope his relationship with the woman he knows as his wife, who doesn't know him.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

On Shalimar - VI

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Anthropological Research

ANTHROPOLOGICAL RESEARCH

TONY JOHNSONSHALIMAR

When the Zerks captured Shalimar in June, the trauma on Earth was uragany, a flavouring for a drink called Swiggers. Shalimar was the only world that grew the stuff.

Within hours of Invasion there was a rush to mox a substitute for uragany. That Shalimar was conquered, people being killed, was for the mil. Terrans were downing Swiggers, even those who didn't generally drink it, for it'd soon be memory.

If there'd been a poll in May;

 "Imagine Shalimar was invaded by the ZerShaz Empire,       what would the first reaction of Terrans be?"

only the certified insane might mention Swiggers.

I'm sure, if/when history is written by human hand the fact the primary distress was a drink, will be omitted.

Anthropology is screening how data is matched, not how it ought be. Philosophers and Politicians react to megaevents, for the population it has to be personal. It has to touch them; for who cares about a mudball, xyz light years away, when no one you know is on it?

To be a pious Anthro, discover culture from humor not history, save cultures as the ZerShaz, which dele humor. But that byte is key as well.

To scope Sharon Feinstein, checking she was splashing in her 'realworld' of 1989, not in the now, I had to learn her culture. And it was not an easy.

I sat at the com punching up 'movies' circa 1986-89. I could find only three Jamaican presentations; maybe there were only three made.

The language, 'patois' was so thick I had to get subtitles. I had to get subtitles of my native tongue as it was spoken five hundred years ago. What if that's how Sharon spoke? I'd get every fifth word.... I understood Shaz better.

While I eyeballed the movies I backgrounded her music, sometimes cutting into videos to see how the music had livesided. I downloaded a few tracks for my folks if/when I returned to Beta Mar and my happy fraudulent life of Tony Johnson Great Impresario of Reggae.

Beta Mar--why am I holding to that fraudscam me? Why am I treating that as pious when it's the least honest thing I've ever done? Maybe because for the first time in my life I had been important and rich and happy. Who wouldn't want to be Tony Johnson on Beta Mar?

Sure, the concerts were a ploy to catch Sharon's interest, but they'd taken on their own value. People, not Sharon, want to hear the music. People, not Sharon, want to splash in old time boombah.

I want to be on Beta Mar, giving interviews, having a camera in my face, happy and well satisfied. And to get there I have to get the Zees what they want.  And they want Sharon.

Apart and Together

 APART AND TOGETHER

KI-ZERSHAZ

Isolated in my chamber, her concluding words echoed. What did they connote? Were they harbingers of promise or denial? Had I expected she would touch me and explode into passion? Capture me, based on a putative relationship between us?

I reflect upon our history; each interval of joy neutralized by one of anguish.  She had once advised, 'wars' exist between a 'man and a woman'. In ignorance I disputed, yet it proved useful analog for between Daktoy and heTalya were many moments of war.

I recall a conversation:

   "I told you...me and you don't get along."

She had advised when I negatively reacted to her insertion of yet another human woman into the city of Zezki.

"Everything I do, think or say  meets with your disapproval." She had charged.

Persistence in discussion invariably resulted in hostility. Rage easily ignited, she retracted affection. I would pose mute; incapable of apprehending how her love could so effortlessly abnegate, then, clumsily, force words from the core of my sha, to define what she ought have known.

              "I do not wish to see humans, to think of them to subject

             myself to their interaction. There is no encounter...

             which has not offended my dignity. Previously, your hatred

             prevented ...incursion."

     "So we...get past indifference and reveal hate.  Admit it, they

      hurt you, they hurt you so  deeply you can never forget it."

      "As you are cognizant of that, why do you increase the pain?"

         "I never--"

       "You never account my sentiment."

Nor had I accounted hers.

                                          "I'm trying to have all the power and not                                               use it corrupt...to prove I deserve it."

The content of our relationship; acts without warning, minus consideration of my disposition, confronting conclusion as if surprised by reaction. Acts she performed to be 'magnanimous' achieved my disgust.

Having read the words she secreted in her computer on Beta Mar the chasm between us is defined and I do not want to dwell in hollowness.  To escape the pain of memories, I requested pegedi. Requested the physical touch of another to take me from my demons.

How is it I ache for our past relationship when it held the greatest anguish I have ever known?

No being touched my sha. I withstood physical abuse, mental tribulation; from my capture until six earth months gone, existing at the rim of peril, not for a picosecond unvigilant, yet, nothing touched my essence. But she, she could lacerate my soul with her words, her expression. Inflicting agony upon my sha each teka, and though she might offer words of regret, would duplicate the action.

I could not question her, could not remark unfavourably on an activity she performed without facing attack.  They were correct when they named me innocent or vulnerable for her merest gaze could plunge me to the depths of melancholy or raise me to the stars.

And this relationship between us, do I truly wish to reconstitute it?

Where there is no pleasure there is also no pain. Are the moments of joy worth the anguish? If she does not remember our past, if she can build on the encounters twixt us, if she can love me, as I am, now, that would be the most blessed resolution. If she can not, if she would be my friend, I could accept.

iKhyarm entered. I concentrate upon him;  "I have noted your absence Kay."

"I am honoured, Duva Shazah."

"uPaychel is attendant?"